“Prelude to Axanar”: The Stardate of Something Amazing

I’m a fan of Star Trek from way back, as was my mother before me.  She allowed me to watch as many episodes as I wanted in syndication—she’d already seen them when they first aired—and helped me to establish a decent collection of novels that are still on my shelves.

I’ve seen all the movies—occasionally to my regret—and while I’m not the kind of detail-oriented person who knows every episode and historical plot point by stardate—or knows all the canon-twisting reasons why Klingons changed their facial appearances as often as Starfleet redesigned their uniforms—I’m comfortable in the universe and get most of the in-jokes (I think).

So when my husband told me about a short, fan-made, Hollywood-filmed Star Trek video called”Prelude to Axanar”, which is based on a RPG sourcebook that outlines a (non-series canon) “Four Years War” between a young United Federation of Planets and the invading Klingon Empire, I thought it sounded interesting. So I gave it a try.

It blew my mind.

Written by Alec Peters, directed by Chris Gossett, created by a crew of magicians, and performed by professional actors you may (should) recognize, this mini-movie is a brilliant, documentary-style teaser that the creators hope will generate funds for a feature-length film.

My librarian’s heart was captured within the first twenty-two seconds. After ten, I had goosebumps.  And when it was done, I went to my husband and said, “Is it too late to give them all our money?  We could take out a second mortgage.”

See for yourself:

Even if you don’t know who Kelvar Garth was* or didn’t recognize Vulcan Ambassador Soval from Star Trek: Enterprise** or you aren’t even that into Star Trek at all, this is compelling stuff.  Heck, I’d gladly pitch in for the rest of the documentary, let alone a movie that puts us in the middle of the action.

I checked the Axanar website and, luckily for our financial stability and the kids’ college funds, they don’t need that much more money to reach their present goal.***  In fact, Anaxar (or at least the first act) is scheduled to be released in 2016.

This is going to be something to behold.  I can’t wait!

 

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*I’ll admit, I’d forgotten that episode until I looked him up.  I do hope he fares better in this timeline.

**I had that one covered; I’ve been in fanlove with Gary Graham for years.

***Not that I didn’t donate, but I toned it down somewhat.  No kidneys were donated towards the making of this movie.  Not my kidneys, anyway . . .

 

 

Random Thursday: Random Stylings and Reversible Monkeycakes

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

Shiny!

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Subtlety is for the Birds

But not this one.

Tufted Coquette

This is a Tufted Coquette.
There is nothing else it could be.

I’m still not sure it wasn’t photoshopped out of several different birds and a drag show . . .

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Victorian Trek

Janeway and Data, Stardate . . . 1845.5.7?

Victorian Trek

And, courtesy of Stephen J. Connell,
Lieutenant Riker (I assume)
in all his swashbuckling glory.

Swahbuckle Trek

If Steampunk Trek fanfic wasn’t already a thing
(and you know it is)
these would be the inspiration that launched
a thousand new Ao3 accounts.

Maybe they will anyway—the needs of the many and all that.

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The Raining Beauty

This waterfall graphic print is in a train station in Japan.

It is the awesome—especially when two small children walk up to it.

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Monkeycakes!

The girls and I had pancakes for dinner the other day
and I used Jane’s batter squirter dispenser.

I’m getting pretty good at squirrels,
so I decided to stretch my repertoire
and made a happy monkey.

Monkeycake2

When I showed the picture to my husband,
he said, “Wow!  You’re really getting good at that!”

I was pretty pleased, before I realized that he was looking at it upside-down.

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But then I thought,
it takes some serious mad skillz
to make a reversible happy monkey pancake
without even knowing it.

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Oh, Bother

Jim Cummings Pooh Bear, Tigger, and Darkwing Duck read a selection from a galaxy far, far, away:

Dude.

Random Thursday: A little Trek, a couple of Rebels, a Mongolian Death Earworm…and Milk.

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon this week in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

And here we go!

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Best.  Book Trailer Ever.

So  Neil Gaiman, right?

Wrote a new kids’ book, okay?

About a Dad telling the story of how he went to the store to get milk for his kids . . . and ran into  a little trouble on the way home.

It’s illustrated by the fabulous Skottie Young., as is the trailer.

And I can’t get the &%$%ing embed code to work.

So click the image to see the Awesome.

(just after the ad, sorry)

Fortunately the Milk

See?  SEE?!

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For Mom

Who not only gave me my love of—and vast collection of—Star Trek novels, but once had a raccoon living in her house for nearly a week, until she realized that their new cat wasn’t the one yanking down her drapes, crapping on the carpet, and eating his bodyweight in kitty crunchies.

And that my nephew didn’t have a life-sized raccoon puppet . . .

The Wrath of Kat

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Contender for the World’s Deadliest Earworm

For bonus points, it’s an honest to pete PSA.

You have been warned.

Aaaand there’s your brain’s background music for the next week—
especially if your kids see this, because you know they won’t stop singing it until you’re rocking in a corner begging for someone to play REM’s “Stand,” to knock the damn thing loose.

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Make it so . . . with an extra shot

Make it Frappe

It boggles the mind that the barista had to put his name  on the cup.

Some of us would have trouble letting go of that cup as we handed it over . . . .

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Use the Forte, Luke

And because I dare not disturb the balance of the Multiverse, here’s something for those who follow the path of the Jedi—
or at least those of you aren’t yet following Lindsey Stirling and Peter Hollens’ YouTube channels.

If you’re not following them  . . . Why not?

Random Thursday: Fame, Farcicalities, and Caffeinated Owls

Random Thursday (ˈrandəm ˈTHərzdā): the day on which Sarah plunks down all the odd bits and pieces she’s been sent by friends or has otherwise stumbled upon in an effort to avoid writing a real post, the assembly of which usually ends up taking twice as much time as sitting down and creating actual content.

This week has been surreal and I like to share.

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How to Handle Being Freshly Pressed

1. Giggle wildly and dance around showing everyone the huge stat spikes in your bar graph and the hourly jumps in your comments and followers.  Ignore all those who blink and say, “Oh.  You have a blog?”

2. Clear the notifications out of your inbox on an hourly basis and hope you haven’t deleted anything that needs an immediate response, or indeed, any response.*

3. Hope that a few of the new people will stick around once they discover what really goes on around here.**

4. Repeat the following as needed:

Vadercycle

Goes without saying, really . . .

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The Perfect Mother’s Day Gift

A retractable leash + a binder clip + a suction cup hook =

Book Sproing!

No more drowned books!

Watson (my SIL) said she saw this and thought immediately of me.  Can’t imagine why.

I showed my husband and he said, “That’s silly . . . You don’t take baths any more.”

Well, no.  But make me one of these, throw in a working lock on the door and help me corral all the toys and find bubble bath that doesn’t smell like Dora the Explorer*** and I might consider it . . .

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Smooth like Iron

This one goes out to all the other Marvel nerds and, I guess, Justin Timberlake fans.

I promise there aren’t any spoilers . . . or not any more than the trailers.

But you’ve already seen the movie anyway, right?

Right?

The brilliant wekejay has other mash-ups, if you’re interested—Batman Maybe  had me rolling.

(what do you think, Jalisa?  Better than the original?)

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 Because I Like Owls and I Live Caffeine

Caff Owls

Though I’m thinking that first one looks far too cheerful and, you know, alive.

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Another Mother’s Day Idea

Or at least the best car commercial I’ve ever seen.

And I once viewed over twenty collective minutes of Benedict Cumberbatch shilling^ for Jaguar.

Yeah, okay . . . Twice.

But this one still wins, for obvious reasons:

Sheer. Trekkie. Awesome.

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*If I haven’t responded to something you sent to me between Tuesday and today, please forgive me and send it again—if you sent it before that, I’ll find another excuse and get back to you . . . probably.

** Though if Poetry Wednesday didn’t send the numbers plummeting, you’re probably as close to bulletproof as you can be.

***Coconut, apparently.  Yeah, I don’t know, either.

^Although, since it’s Mr. Cumberbatch, one should really use a lower-pitched verb. To properly shill, you really need to be a tenor . . .

Random Thursday: “HIchop!” “Gesundheit!”

I’m home sick today with a sore throat and the general muscle aches and fever that have been going around the library, so if things get even more surreal around here than the usual Thursday oeuvre, that’s my excuse.

I’ll probably be fine by tomorrow, but just in case, does anyone know if the burning of sage wards off strep throat?  

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First, a Poll

If you read this blog through a feed, could I ask you to drop in and take a look at what I’ve done with the place?

While I loved the old theme, it simply wasn’t wide enough for some of the things I wanted to do, so I searched for a couple of days until I found this one.  It has most of the features I wanted, but it might be a little . . . too much?

Whaddaya think?

Be honest—I can take it.

Suggestions are also welcome, though mean ones will be severely mocked.

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I See a Scary Silhoutte of a Hut

Bohemian Cantina

Oola-girl, Oola-girl, better dance the fandango!
Rancor hatch is widening—very very frightening  me . .  .

No, seriously, if you’re secure enough in your love of Star Wars to embrace intelligent parodies—as opposed to my sad efforts—check out Blue Milk Special.

They know what they’re doing and they snark with such love.

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Separated by Uncommon Language

Separated by a Common Langauge

Hey, Downith? What do Canadians say?

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The Federation has Mondays, too

Worth it for the Red Shirts alone . . . 

The Bad Days series is part of Stan Lee’s World of Heroes, which explains the cameo . . . sort of.

(psst, Mike: try Superman—the bit around 1:08 reminded me of you)

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Brief Actual News

The winner of the Libraries are Awesome poetry contest will be announced tomorrow!

Sorry for the delay—it’s been a heck of a week.

Whatever Clock

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Trekkies, represent

Dude . . . there are no words.  ‘Cause I can’t speak Klingon.

But Jen Usellis can:

As Jane said, “It’s a very [scurfing up a giant loogey sound] language, isn’t it?”

Yes. Yes, it is.